Was it love? Or was it a fabrication of his mind? Telling him that everything was fine and he shouldn't worry. But how he could not, when at that moment she was talking to another man across the room.

Nathanaël trusted her. More than he lets on. It's weird to trust someone when he's had trust issues for since he could remember.

He shouldn't be jealous of the good looking guy who was talking to her. But he was.

He felt guilty, betraying her like that. So he sat there on a stool in front of the bar. He focused his attention away and onto the lovely couple who just got married.

They were staring into each other's eyes like they were in a trance. That was true love. That was commitment.

Nathanaël brought his cup of wine to his lips, taking a sip of the dry liquid. It tasted good. It tasted like her.

When he looked back to her and the man, they were kissing. Kissing with a drunk passion that he forgot what was like.

They used to be like that. Kissing each other like they were on the edge of the world. But they lost the spark. They delved into an ocean that they couldn't surface.

Now he lost the love of his life.

To a man with stronger muscles and thicker lips.

He was right for her. They both could hold no commitment with each other and delve onto others without a second thought.

A piece of his heart felt like it was wilted petals. Dead petals waiting to fall so the flower can grow new, lively ones. But he couldn't seem to want those dead petals to fall.

He chugs down his drink then leaves the wedding.

Irony was an ass.

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I wrote this in my notes and I wanted to post it somewhere. It was originally about random people, but I put Nath's name in it to make it a miraculous thing. You can make the chic whoever you want. It my mind it's Chloe cause I'm a big Nath x Chloe fan.